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He probes deeper, finger-fucking me and working my clit. His mouth is hungry on my breasts, nipping and sucking, licking and flicking, and I know if he continues I’ll burst on his hand like a breaking dam.
I dig my fingers into his hair. “Daniel.” He raises his head, lovely eyes glazed with lust. “Please. I need you.”
He nods and slowly withdraws his hand. I wriggle around to reach the bedside cabinet and open the drawer. As I fidget, Daniel sweeps my hair aside and nuzzles and kisses my neck while rubbing his palm over my backside and thighs. Condom ready, I roll to my knees and push him on his back, then place the sheath on his cock, starting it just enough for it to stay in place as I lower my mouth to him. Taking my time, I use my lips, tongue and hands to slide it in place.
Excited by the sheer deliciousness of his thick length, I begin to suck him off. After several strokes, he hauls me up, his breath harsh and rapid. “I won’t last five seconds if you do that.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I do.” He brings me to his chest. “We can do all that later. Right now, all I want is to make love to you.”
I smile and kiss him softly, and, with tender touches and whispered words of love, we manoeuvre our bodies until we’re on our sides and facing. His cockhead rests at my entrance, his hand on my inner thigh, ready to raise my leg and open me to him.
We lock gazes, eyes glowing with the warmth in our hearts, and watch each other succumb to ecstasy as he glides home.
None of our previous encounters has prepared me for this. This isn’t sex. It’s too powerful, too emotional to be given that trite label. This is like existing in the epicentre of an earthquake. It’s a feeling that shakes and moves every bone, every organ, every atom. Every thought I have, every breath I take, vibrates with passion. Not lust. Passion. The unexplainable essence of love made physical. Us as one living, loving being. Complete.
The intimacy is breathtaking. I hear, see, taste, smell, feel more than I’ve ever heard, seen, tasted, smelled or felt before. It’s like our world has been turned up to maximum. That this moment has raised sensation to a hyper scale.
He drives into me with long, measured strokes. I place my hand on his shoulder to brace myself, holding steady so I can take his entire length. On the next stroke, he pushes deeper, plunging until there’s no room left to penetrate. I press my mouth against his, breathing in his breath, wanting every part of him in me, whimpering as I ride another thrust.
My muscles contract, gripping in ecstasy. He pushes past their hold to the end of me, nudging at my core as though demanding access to my soul. His kiss deepens, tongue teasing mine, bringing to the surface all the times when he placed his mouth to my sex and licked me to oblivion.
I dig my fingers into his shoulder, pulling him harder against me. His strokes lengthen, withdrawing to the brink, until his cockhead hangs just inside my lips and I’m scared I’ll lose him, before thrusting forward once more. Trills shoot across my flesh, the forerunner to orgasm.
My whimpers grow louder. Mouth still on mine, he rolls me onto my back. I raise my knees and wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his clenched arse cheeks. His weight on one hand, Daniel snakes the other over my breasts, caressing the skin, tweaking my nipples. Exhilarating spasms ripple through my groin. I’m panting hard, still clutching at his shoulders, mouth working his with frenetic intensity.
His hand pushes lower, wedging between us. I tremble with anticipation.
Dragging his mouth from mine, he raises himself on one arm and gazes down at me. “Come for me, Lucy.”
As he says the words, his finger reaches my clit. He barely moves it, using the momentum of his thrusts to press the tip against the swollen bud. Sweat breaks across my brow in hot tingles that grow and spread until I am on fire from my scalp to my toes. A tremble rises on my skin and works inwards, its focus narrowing toward my groin, toward the magnificent slide of his cock.
His thrusts accelerate. His pumped-up chest shines with sweat. Our eyes lock and don’t part. I see his rising orgasm as clearly as I can feel my own and jerk my hips to match him, elevating him with me to rapture.
“Lucy.” His voice is husky with warning.
I pant my reply. Already I’m surging with ecstasy, making it difficult to speak, but I’m desperate for him to know it’s all right, that we’ll be coming together. “I know, I know. It’s okay.”
I can’t hold any longer. The peak arrives like a tsunami, enormous and unstoppable. I cry out as my orgasm swamps my body, for once not caring who hears.
He leans forward to capture my cry in his mouth and thrusts hard one last time. The sensation of him coming hurls me to new heights, to a place I’ve never been before. A place I know I will only ever experience with him.
We have made bliss real.
He shudders as he empties the last of his come and I tremble with him as my own orgasm winds down, slowly spiralling to a quiet tingle. We kiss softly until it’s over, until we can open our eyes once more.
I smile and smooth his damp forehead. He’s still firm and deep inside me, and I have the sense that neither of us wants this moment to end. He returns my smile and gently places fluttery kisses on my eyelids and cheeks, stroking my tangled hair and blowing on my skin to help cool me down.
I touch his cheek. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“Neither did I.” And I can tell from his voice it’s the truth. We’ve both found something new, something special. Something that happens only between us.
He was right. It was different this time. This time, we found perfection.
I grin, almost wriggling with happiness. “Must be love.”
He laughs and I hear in his voice the same joy. “Yeah. Must be.”
As we drift off into a series of indulgent, bliss-filled kisses, I think of Mrs. Debenham and all she told me, all she made me promise. My journey has taken longer than I expected, and there’s been more heartache than I care to remember, but I’ve finally reached my destination.
I’m living.
We both are.
About the Author
Cathryn dreamed of being a writer for many years until, one day, she decided to stop dreaming and do. Properly. Not another of those half-hearted efforts like all those others mocking her from their stack on a dusty office shelf, but a full manuscript. A real, complete book.
Three months later, she had one. Three months after that, she had another. Then she joined the Romance Writers of Australia and entered both in a contest to see what others thought. Not much, it turned out, but it didn’t matter. By that time, it was too late. She had the bug. Bad.
Now she’s a published author and what was once a dream has become a reality. That dusty shelf is clean, filled with completed works and no longer mocks her with “what ifs” and “could have beens.”
And from the size of her ideas folder, she hasn’t finished yet.
Cathryn writes contemporary women’s fiction, erotic romance and short stories. She lives in regional Australia, and when she isn’t writing, she’s playing golf, cooking, reading or indulging in long relaxed lunches with her partner.
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